Ariawyn poem

I'm not good at poems but it's for a challenge. Ariawyn walks through the ages Her path lonely Her allies gone Her immortal body untiring She walks as ages pass The fires haunt her always The war fades to distant memory Yet her bloodlust remains She gives up her crown The throne sits empty She kills many and beds more But her hollow existence continues Eventually she returns home The crown reclaimed she finds a friend in the decendant of her friend.